Daily Quotes

It’s time to spring

With winter’s footprints in the past,
and snows begin to melt at last.
With longer days and shorter nights,
the wayward winds of March take flight.
Four winds she holds within her grip,
then hurls them from her fingertip.
Her woolly, fleecy clouds of white,
she sets in skies of blue delight.
Her wild bouts of gusty breezes
roar through valleys, hills, and trees.
That high pitch whistling song she sings
awakens earth and flowering things.
She tears a hole in heaven’s sky
so sun can shine and rain can cry.
She gently calms as spring draws near,
as blooming daffodils appear.
She welcomes April showers in,
then gathers up her dwindling winds.
Now her long journey home begins,
knowing she’ll be back this way,
upon a cold, late winter’s day,
when nights grow short
and days grow long.
Listen for her whistling song!
© Patricia L. Cisco

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